Playing with Fire

by L.J. Shen

I’ll walk through fire for you. Love you. —Your old flame.

Finally, Grace found her voice. “On your feet, St. Claire,” she whispered under her breath. “A king doesn’t bow to others.” I got up and scooped her up, giving people something to look at and talk about for years in this godforsaken town, pressing a dirty kiss to her lips and almost breaking her jaw in the process. “He does for his queen.”